Jim Taylor looked out into the storm. A lightning bolt lit up the yard. There, just outside the window, stood a young woman. It was only the start of the nightmare his life would become. Murder, witchcraft, spells, and the fight against evil, would an integral part of the young architect’s life. The spell, cast in Salem before the witch trials, had finally been broken.
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